This is a song about "Harrie todd"

I scream up toward the skies, punching the ground for you to come back as i sat

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

God can you please take me toward the light

The good kid from the ugly city

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

From a kid rock, insane clown posse concert in mid oc-tober

And when shit like what happened to amanda todd happens, we just sit around/

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Now let's go toward your record

People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I spit toward ya gingerly but at the end youll have and injury,